Satyagraha, first evolved in South Africa, was a sort of non-violent warfare, a way of defeating the enemy without hurting him and without feeling or arousing hatred. It entailed such things as civil disobedience, strikes, lying down in front of railway trains, enduring police charges without running away and without hitting back, and the like. Gandhi objected to "passive resistance" as a translation of Satyagraha: in Gujarati, it seems, the word means "firmness in the truth."
Reflections On Gandhi
George Orwell
Saints should always be judged guilty until they are proved innocent,
but the tests that have to be applied to them are not, of course, the
same in all cases. In Gandhi's case the questions on feels inclined to
ask are: to what extent was Gandhi moved by vanity - by the
consciousness of himself as a humble, naked old man, sitting on a
praying mat and shaking empires by sheer spiritual power - and to what
extent did he compromise his own principles by entering politics, which
of their nature are inseparable from coercion and fraud? To give a
definite answer one would have to study Gandhi's acts and writings in
immense detail, for his whole life was a sort of pilgrimage in which
every act was significant. But this partial autobiography, which ends in
the nineteen-twenties, is strong evidence in his favor, all the more
because it covers what he would have called the unregenerate part of his
life and reminds one that inside the saint, or near-saint, there was a
very shrewd, able person who could, if he had chosen, have been a
brilliant success as a lawyer, an administrator or perhaps even a
businessman.
At about the time when the autobiography first appeared I remember reading its opening chapters in the ill-printed pages of some Indian newspaper. They made a good impression on me, which Gandhi himself at that time did not. The things that one associated with him - home-spun cloth, "soul forces" and vegetarianism - were unappealing, and his medievalist program was obviously not viable in a backward, starving, over-populated country. It was also apparent that the British were making use of him, or thought they were making use of him. Strictly speaking, as a Nationalist, he was an enemy, but since in every crisis he would exert himself to prevent violence - which, from the British point of view, meant preventing any effective action whatever - he could be regarded as "our man." In private this was sometimes cynically admitted. The attitude of the Indian millionaires was similar. Gandhi called upon them to repent, and naturally they preferred him to the Socialists and Communists who, given the chance, would actually have taken their money away. How reliable such calculations are in the long run is doubtful; as Gandhi himself says, "in the end deceivers deceive only themselves"; but at any rate the gentleness with which he was nearly always handled was due partly to the feeling that he was useful. The British Conservatives only became really angry with him when, as in 1942, he was in effect turning his non-violence against a different conqueror.
At about the time when the autobiography first appeared I remember reading its opening chapters in the ill-printed pages of some Indian newspaper. They made a good impression on me, which Gandhi himself at that time did not. The things that one associated with him - home-spun cloth, "soul forces" and vegetarianism - were unappealing, and his medievalist program was obviously not viable in a backward, starving, over-populated country. It was also apparent that the British were making use of him, or thought they were making use of him. Strictly speaking, as a Nationalist, he was an enemy, but since in every crisis he would exert himself to prevent violence - which, from the British point of view, meant preventing any effective action whatever - he could be regarded as "our man." In private this was sometimes cynically admitted. The attitude of the Indian millionaires was similar. Gandhi called upon them to repent, and naturally they preferred him to the Socialists and Communists who, given the chance, would actually have taken their money away. How reliable such calculations are in the long run is doubtful; as Gandhi himself says, "in the end deceivers deceive only themselves"; but at any rate the gentleness with which he was nearly always handled was due partly to the feeling that he was useful. The British Conservatives only became really angry with him when, as in 1942, he was in effect turning his non-violence against a different conqueror.
But I could see even
then that the British officials who spoke of him with a mixture of
amusement and disapproval also genuinely liked and admired him, after a
fashion. Nobody ever suggested that he was corrupt, or ambitious in any
vulgar way, or that anything he did was actuated by fear or malice. In
judging a man like Gandhi one seems instinctively to apply high
standards, so that some of his virtues have passed almost unnoticed. For
instance, it is clear even from the autobiography that his natural
physical courage was quite outstanding: the manner of his death was a
later illustration of this, for a public man who attached any value to
his own skin would have been more adequately guarded. Again, he seems to
have been quite free from that maniacal suspiciousness which, as E.M.
Forster rightly says in A Passage to India, is the besetting Indian
vice, as hypocrisy is the British vice. Although no doubt he was shrewd
enough in detecting dishonesty, he seems wherever possible to have
believed that other people were acting in good faith and had a better
nature through which they could be approached. And though he came of a
poor middle-class family, started life rather unfavorably, and was
probably of unimpressive physical appearance, he was not afflicted by
envy or by the feeling of inferiority. Color feeling when he first met
it in its worst form in South Africa, seems rather to have astonished
him. Even when he was fighting what was in effect a color war, he did
not think of people in terms of race or status. The governor of a
province, a cotton millionaire, a half-starved Dravidian coolie, a
British private soldier were all equally human beings, to be approached
in much the same way. It is noticeable that even in the worst possible
circumstances, as in South Africa when he was making himself unpopular
as the champion of the Indian community, he did not lack European
friends.
Written in short lengths for newspaper serialization, the autobiography is not a literary masterpiece, but it is the more impressive because of the commonplaceness of much of its material. It is well to be reminded that Gandhi started out with the normal ambitions of a young Indian student and only adopted his extremist opinions by degrees and, in some cases, rather unwillingly. There was a time, it is interesting to learn, when he wore a top hat, took dancing lessons, studied French and Latin, went up the Eiffel Tower and even tried to learn the violin - all this was the idea of assimilating European civilization as throughly as possible. He was not one of those saints who are marked out by their phenomenal piety from childhood onwards, nor one of the other kind who forsake the world after sensational debaucheries. He makes full confession of the misdeeds of his youth, but in fact there is not much to confess. As a frontispiece to the book there is a photograph of Gandhi's possessions at the time of his death. The whole outfit could be purchased for about 5 pounds***, and Gandhi's sins, at least his fleshly sins, would make the same sort of appearance if placed all in one heap. A few cigarettes, a few mouthfuls of meat, a few annas pilfered in childhood from the maidservant, two visits to a brothel (on each occasion he got away without "doing anything"), one narrowly escaped lapse with his landlady in Plymouth, one outburst of temper - that is about the whole collection. Almost from childhood onwards he had a deep earnestness, an attitude ethical rather than religious, but, until he was about thirty, no very definite sense of direction. His first entry into anything describable as public life was made by way of vegetarianism. Underneath his less ordinary qualities one feels all the time the solid middle-class businessmen who were his ancestors. One feels that even after he had abandoned personal ambition he must have been a resourceful, energetic lawyer and a hard-headed political organizer, careful in keeping down expenses, an adroit handler of committees and an indefatigable chaser of subscriptions. His character was an extraordinarily mixed one, but there was almost nothing in it that you can put your finger on and call bad, and I believe that even Gandhi's worst enemies would admit that he was an interesting and unusual man who enriched the world simply by being alive. Whether he was also a lovable man, and whether his teachings can have much for those who do not accept the religious beliefs on which they are founded, I have never felt fully certain.
Written in short lengths for newspaper serialization, the autobiography is not a literary masterpiece, but it is the more impressive because of the commonplaceness of much of its material. It is well to be reminded that Gandhi started out with the normal ambitions of a young Indian student and only adopted his extremist opinions by degrees and, in some cases, rather unwillingly. There was a time, it is interesting to learn, when he wore a top hat, took dancing lessons, studied French and Latin, went up the Eiffel Tower and even tried to learn the violin - all this was the idea of assimilating European civilization as throughly as possible. He was not one of those saints who are marked out by their phenomenal piety from childhood onwards, nor one of the other kind who forsake the world after sensational debaucheries. He makes full confession of the misdeeds of his youth, but in fact there is not much to confess. As a frontispiece to the book there is a photograph of Gandhi's possessions at the time of his death. The whole outfit could be purchased for about 5 pounds***, and Gandhi's sins, at least his fleshly sins, would make the same sort of appearance if placed all in one heap. A few cigarettes, a few mouthfuls of meat, a few annas pilfered in childhood from the maidservant, two visits to a brothel (on each occasion he got away without "doing anything"), one narrowly escaped lapse with his landlady in Plymouth, one outburst of temper - that is about the whole collection. Almost from childhood onwards he had a deep earnestness, an attitude ethical rather than religious, but, until he was about thirty, no very definite sense of direction. His first entry into anything describable as public life was made by way of vegetarianism. Underneath his less ordinary qualities one feels all the time the solid middle-class businessmen who were his ancestors. One feels that even after he had abandoned personal ambition he must have been a resourceful, energetic lawyer and a hard-headed political organizer, careful in keeping down expenses, an adroit handler of committees and an indefatigable chaser of subscriptions. His character was an extraordinarily mixed one, but there was almost nothing in it that you can put your finger on and call bad, and I believe that even Gandhi's worst enemies would admit that he was an interesting and unusual man who enriched the world simply by being alive. Whether he was also a lovable man, and whether his teachings can have much for those who do not accept the religious beliefs on which they are founded, I have never felt fully certain.
Of late years it has been the
fashion to talk about Gandhi as though he were not only sympathetic to
the Western Left-wing movement, but were integrally part of it.
Anarchists and pacifists, in particular, have claimed him for their own,
noticing only that he was opposed to centralism and State violence and
ignoring the other-worldly, anti-humanist tendency of his doctrines. But
one should, I think, realize that Gandhi's teachings cannot be squared
with the belief that Man is the measure of all things and that our job
is to make life worth living on this earth, which is the only earth we
have. They make sense only on the assumption that God exists and that
the world of solid objects is an illusion to be escaped from. It is
worth considering the disciplines which Gandhi imposed on himself and
which - though he might not insist on every one of his followers
observing every detail - he considered indispensable if one wanted to
serve either God or humanity. First of all, no meat-eating, and if
possible no animal food in any form. (Gandhi himself, for the sake of
his health, had to compromise on milk, but seems to have felt this to be
a backsliding.) No alcohol or tobacco, and no spices or condiments even
of a vegetable kind, since food should be taken not for its own sake
but solely in order to preserve one's strength. Secondly, if possible,
no sexual intercourse. If sexual intercourse must happen, then it should
be for the sole purpose of begetting children and presumably at long
intervals. Gandhi himself, in his middle thirties, took the vow of
brahmacharya, which means not only complete chastity but the elimination
of sexual desire. This condition, it seems, is difficult to attain
without a special diet and frequent fasting. One of the dangers of
milk-drinking is that it is apt to arouse sexual desire. And finally -
this is the cardinal point - for the seeker after goodness there must be
no close friendships and no exclusive loves whatever.
Close
friendships, Gandhi says, are dangerous, because "friends react on one
another" and through loyalty to a friend one can be led into
wrong-doing. This is unquestionably true. Moreover, if one is to love
God, or to love humanity as a whole, one cannot give one's preference to
any individual person. This again is true, and it marks the point at
which the humanistic and the religious attitude cease to be
reconcilable. To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does
not mean loving some people more than others. The autobiography leaves
it uncertain whether Gandhi behaved in an inconsiderate way to his wife
and children, but at any rate it makes clear that on three occasions he
was willing to let his wife or a child die rather than administer the
animal food prescribed by the doctor. It is true that the threatened
death never actually occurred, and also that Gandhi - with, one gathers,
a good deal of moral pressure in the opposite direction - always gave
the patient the choice of staying alive at the price of committing a
sin: still, if the decision had been solely his own, he would have
forbidden the animal food, whatever the risks might be. There must, he
says, be some limit to what we will do in order to remain alive, and the
limit is well on this side of chicken broth. This attitude is perhaps a
noble one, but, in the sense which - I think - most people would give
to the word, it is inhuman. The essence of being human is that one does
not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for
the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point
where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared
in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the
inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.
No doubt alcohol, tobacco, and so forth, are things that a saint must
avoid, but sainthood is also a thing that human beings must avoid. There
is an obvious retort to this, but one should be wary about making it.
In this yogi-ridden age, it is too readily assumed that "non-attachment"
is not only better than a full acceptance of earthly life, but that the
ordinary man only rejects it because it is too difficult: in other
words, that the average human being is a failed saint. It is doubtful
whether this is true. Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints,
and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have
never felt much temptation to be human beings. If one could follow it to
its psychological roots, one would, I believe, find that the main
motive for "non-attachment" is a desire to escape from the pain of
living, and above all from love, which, sexual or non-sexual, is hard
work. But it is not necessary here to argue whether the other-worldly or
the humanistic ideal is "higher". The point is that they are
incompatible. One must choose between God and Man, and all "radicals"
and "progressives," from the mildest Liberal to the most extreme
Anarchist, have in effect chosen Man.
However, Gandhi's pacifism can be separated to some extent from his other teachings. Its motive was religious, but he claimed also for it that it was a definitive technique, a method, capable of producing desired political results. Gandhi's attitude was not that of most Western pacifists. Satyagraha, first evolved in South Africa, was a sort of non-violent warfare, a way of defeating the enemy without hurting him and without feeling or arousing hatred. It entailed such things as civil disobedience, strikes, lying down in front of railway trains, enduring police charges without running away and without hitting back, and the like. Gandhi objected to "passive resistance" as a translation of Satyagraha: in Gujarati, it seems, the word means "firmness in the truth." In his early days Gandhi served as a stretcher-bearer on the British side in the Boer War, and he was prepared to do the same again in the war of 1914-18. Even after he had completely abjured violence he was honest enough to see that in war it is usually necessary to take sides. He did not - indeed, since his whole political life centred round a struggle for national independence, he could not - take the sterile and dishonest line of pretending that in every war both sides are exactly the same and it makes no difference who wins. Nor did he, like most Western pacifists, specialize in avoiding awkward questions. In relation to the late war, one question that every pacifist had a clear obligation to answer was: "What about the Jews? Are you prepared to see them exterminated? If not, how do you propose to save them without resorting to war?" I must say that I have never heard, from any Western pacifist, an honest answer to this question, though I have heard plenty of evasions, usually of the "you're another" type. But it so happens that Gandhi was asked a somewhat similar question in 1938 and that his answer is on record in Mr. Louis Fischer's Gandhi and Stalin. According to Mr. Fischer, Gandhi's view was that the German Jews ought to commit collective suicide, which "would have aroused the world and the people of Germany to Hitler's violence." After the war he justified himself: the Jews had been killed anyway, and might as well have died significantly. One has the impression that this attitude staggered even so warm an admirer as Mr. Fischer, but Gandhi was merely being honest. If you are not prepared to take life, you must often be prepared for lives to be lost in some other way. When, in 1942, he urged non-violent resistance against a Japanese invasion, he was ready to admit that it might cost several million deaths.
At the
same time there is reason to think that Gandhi, who after all was born
in 1869, did not understand the nature of totalitarianism and saw
everything in terms of his own struggle against the British government.
The important point here is not so much that the British treated him
forbearingly as that he was always able to command publicity. As can be
seen from the phrase quoted above, he believed in "arousing the world,"
which is only possible if the world gets a chance to hear what you are
doing. It is difficult to see how Gandhi's methods could be applied in a
country where opponents of the regime disappear in the middle of the
night and are never heard of again. Without a free press and the right
of assembly, it is impossible not merely to appeal to outside opinion,
but to bring a mass movement into being, or even to make your intentions
known to your adversary. Is there a Gandhi in Russia at this moment?
And if there is, what is he accomplishing? The Russian masses could only
practise civil disobedience if the same idea happened to occur to all
of them simultaneously, and even then, to judge by the history of the
Ukraine famine, it would make no difference. But let it be granted that
non-violent resistance can be effective against one's own government, or
against an occupying power: even so, how does one put it into practise
internationally? Gandhi's various conflicting statements on the late war
seem to show that he felt the difficulty of this. Applied to foreign
politics, pacifism either stops being pacifist or becomes appeasement.
Moreover the assumption, which served Gandhi so well in dealing with
individuals, that all human beings are more or less approachable and
will respond to a generous gesture, needs to be seriously questioned. It
is not necessarily true, for example, when you are dealing with
lunatics. Then the question becomes: Who is sane? Was Hitler sane? And
is it not possible for one whole culture to be insane by the standards
of another? And, so far as one can gauge the feelings of whole nations,
is there any apparent connection between a generous deed and a friendly
response? Is gratitude a factor in international politics?
These
and kindred questions need discussion, and need it urgently, in the few
years left to us before somebody presses the button and the rockets
begin to fly. It seems doubtful whether civilization can stand another
major war, and it is at least thinkable that the way out lies through
non-violence. It is Gandhi's virtue that he would have been ready to
give honest consideration to the kind of question that I have raised
above; and, indeed, he probably did discuss most of these questions
somewhere or other in his innumerable newspaper articles. One feels of
him that there was much he did not understand, but not that there was
anything that he was frightened of saying or thinking. I have never been
able to feel much liking for Gandhi, but I do not feel sure that as a
political thinker he was wrong in the main, nor do I believe that his
life was a failure. It is curious that when he was assassinated, many of
his warmest admirers exclaimed sorrowfully that he had lived just long
enough to see his life work in ruins, because India was engaged in a
civil war which had always been foreseen as one of the byproducts of the
transfer of power. But it was not in trying to smooth down Hindu-Moslem
rivalry that Gandhi had spent his life. His main political objective,
the peaceful ending of British rule, had after all been attained. As
usual the relevant facts cut across one another. On the other hand, the
British did get out of India without fighting, and event which very few
observers indeed would have predicted until about a year before it
happened. On the other hand, this was done by a Labour government, and
it is certain that a Conservative government, especially a government
headed by Churchill, would have acted differently. But if, by 1945,
there had grown up in Britain a large body of opinion sympathetic to
Indian independence, how far was this due to Gandhi's personal
influence? And if, as may happen, India and Britain finally settle down
into a decent and friendly relationship, will this be partly because
Gandhi, by keeping up his struggle obstinately and without hatred,
disinfected the political air? That one even thinks of asking such
questions indicates his stature. One may feel, as I do, a sort of
aesthetic distaste for Gandhi, one may reject the claims of sainthood
made on his behalf (he never made any such claim himself, by the way),
one may also reject sainthood as an ideal and therefore feel that
Gandhi's basic aims were anti-human and reactionary: but regarded simply
as a politician, and compared with the other leading political figures
of our time, how clean a smell he has managed to leave behind!
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